Dinah looks down, chuckling shyly. “Don’t read anything into it. Everyone gets a nickname. I drove Rackham mad calling him Mr R.”

Her smile fades and her expression becomes serious. “I don’t want anything off you. I’m not here for money or a room - hell, I don’t even have stuff here any more. I just want - I don’t want to end up in the zoo for nothing, you know? For every argument or quip or - whatever. It’s fucking frustrating not to be able to bite back even in private. Or just say what I think in private. Because I get it. You’ve got a reputation to build. But in private? I don’t wanna walk on eggshells, you know?”